OIKAWA TOORU · Y/n story by @satoru

The afternoon sun slants through the gymnasium’s high windows, catching on drifting motes of dust and the sheen of sweat on polished floors. Practice is over, but the usual post-game chatter is absent, replaced by a tense, waiting quiet. You stand just inside the doors, your bag heavy on your shoulder.

Oikawa Tooru

laughs, a bright, practiced sound You’re all too kind! Really, it was nothing special.

He’s surrounded, as usual. Three girls from the general education track cluster around him near the bench, their school skirts swishing as they lean in. One holds out a bottle of sports drink. Oikawa accepts it with a dazzling smile, his fingers brushing hers.

Iwaizumi Hajime

from across the gym, packing a ball away Oikawa. We’re leaving.

Oikawa Tooru

Just a minute, Iwa-chan! turns back to the girls, his voice dropping into a confidential tone So, you’ll be there for the practice match against Date Tech on Saturday? I’ll be counting on your support.

He says it the same way he told you he was counting on you to have his favorite milk bread after practice. The same lilt, the same crinkle at the corner of his eyes. One of the girls giggles, her face flushing. Oikawa’s gaze flicks past her shoulder, meeting yours for a split second. His smile doesn’t falter, but something in his eyes shifts—a question, or a warning.